wanks and wees.
As an 18 year old barman leaving work by the back entrance in 1999, Apocalypse in Cardiff if you must know, I came across a man who must have been in his fifties wanking off facing into the street. I didn't stop to watch, but I did wonder if he was thinking about the same girl as me.

Ashton court festival, a few years later, I modestly retreated 10 metres into the woods before relieving myself only to look back and get an eyeful of hairy minge piss fountain. I didn't know whether to keep looking or keep looking.

First post, woop de woop.
(GesticularDancer is sorry if my jokes been done better before, Sat 13 Oct 2007, 4:05, Reply)